Sensory Confessions [Elizabeth]
Posted: 05 Jun 2017, 03:41
COSIMO | It had been half an hour since Cosimo had slipped off to organise to have a sleep deprivation tank delivered immediately. Immediately wasn't so easy at this time of night, and he knew it would probably take some bribing and an awful lot of money. The money Cosimo had was pledged to Elizabeth, to pay her back for the relic she had bought him. But this... well, this was for Elizabeth, wasn't it? So it was, in part, paying her back. Eventually, he got through to someone greedy enough to comply. When he returned to Elizabeth's side it was to be asked how long the tank would be, and Cosimo nodded. "Si. It will come tonight. They said one hour," he said. "They will call when they arrive. We will have to direct them, to where we want it to be. Until then, Elizabeth... please. Sit. Here. Talk to me."
ELIZABETH | It would come tonight. A foundation, or building block at the very least to the silence she was needing to...think. Reflect, even. It would more than likely not stop any telepathic messages, but she received so few of those these nights. With an exhale from her lungs, they were emptied before she took to his advice. The woman moved to claim a spot upon the bench besides Cosimo, then thought where best to start. "I...my ring. My binding one. I sold it this evening. We have not been bound in some time, but, I held on to the ring in potential hope. Which is a silly notion. Hoping for something that has been nothing for so long. Still..." She looked at him. "I did not forsee this night, ever." Or the night that she broke their bond either. "It is now final." That was just one of many problems at the moment. But the best place to start.
COSIMO | Cosimo was unsure how he could comfort Elizabeth. He could not compare her circumstance to anything he had experienced, beyond the times that Athena distanced herself, or slept. She always came back around. Always with promises, though she had broken promises before. He was not sure that he could trust them, but forever the optimist, he always tried. To compare Elizabeth's woes with his own would be petty and useless. And insensitive. He took his sire's smaller hand in his own and squeezed it for reassurance. "We often do not foresee the future, or the sadness it might bring us," he said, finally lifting his eyes to hers. When he smiled it dimpled his cheeks. "But misfortune is not always the case. There is also good fortune. It is the other side of the coin that you must look forward to..."
ELIZABETH | She nodded her head, then offered a small smile in return to his own larger one. "You are right, of course. In time, there will be good, even if brief." Misfortune seemed to follow her more than the flip side of the coin, but he was not wrong. Even if just one good thing happened, it was good and it had happened. Elizabeth could not argue that thought. "What is one's thought on pheromones? Do you believe as vampires, a person possess them? In theory. It seems so very...biological...a human concept.
COSIMO | "Pheremones?" he asked, the word tripping around in his head. "Ah, feromoni?" he clarified, before frowning, perplexed. "I am not sure even human females possess them. It is... an animal thing," he said, eyes glazing as he tried to remember. Back in his humanity, had he ever been so wildly, animalistically attracted to a woman? He shook his head. "I think that if a female woman possesses them, they are very slight. Why do you ask?"
ELIZABETH | "Perhaps it is used in a broad sense...as in how a person smells? Their perfume, mayhaps?" Elizabeth rolled her shoulders, then laughed. Maybe that was it. Her choice in perfume. "There is an individual within the city who seems...interested in the notion. Among other things." She concluded, not wanting to divulge more upon the topic for personal reasons. "Perhaps one does not like the scent of my perfume." She concluded, before leaning an elbow on the side of the bench and burying the side of her face against an open palm. "Apparently, if we have them, I lack them." There, that would address most of the thoughts upon her mind about those strange occurances. "Which would explain a few other things."
COSIMO | "I..." he paused, and frowned. He thought about it, the cogs turning in his brain. "I never did think that feromoni were supposed to have a scent. If they did, it would be... very subtle. Very slight," he said. But he was still thinking as he spoke, his features growing a little frustrated. Angry, even. "I think that it is an insult, that someone should say such a thing. It is like telling a woman she is unattractive but you are a beautiful woman. You are an intelligent...who was this person?!"
ELIZABETH | An insult. Elizabeth had thought as much, but let it not bother her until the conversation had cropped up again and she had a further understanding of what the individual had meant. She saw the look upon his face, then laughed. "It may have been, but remember...something, or even someone, is not everyone's cup of tea." She stated, before thinking on who the individual was. "I...actually know not. I do not believe we have met often, or ever...In truth, that means it matters little, yes?"
COSIMO | Cosimo shook his head. Not to say that it mattered little -- to say instead that he disagreed. It still mattered. Where were the men with manners? Certainly, the man Elizabeth spoke of was not from Italy. Italian men could be charming, and petty insults never touched their tongues. "Women have all of the power," he said. "The world knows it. Men know it, it is why they are oppressed," he said. He truly believed what he was saying. Women were goddesses. They were to be worshiped. They were the mothers. They SHOULD be worshiped. "If you are not his cup of tea then he should hold his tongue. And if it is a jibe, to try to make you prove him otherwise, it is an insult. He sighed, then. "No. If it does not matter to you, then it does not matter. It has not worried you, has it?"
ELIZABETH | "Worried? How so? Worried to be near the individual? Not particularly. I have stood against bigger odds." She reminded him with a laugh, before thinking upon what he said. She had not thought to entertain the idea of proving the individual wrong in that respect. If his approach was to try and get a rise from her, he would be very dissatisfied. Still..."It has made me reflect, in some degree." She admitted with a small smile.
COSIMO | "Reflect on what?" he asked. The woman had stood against many foe in defence of her territory and had come out on top, victorious. Cosimo was not so worried about Elizabeth's wellbeing -- not physically. That was not his question. He wanted to know whether she was worried about his words -- whether they had harmed her happiness, her contentedness. This admission had come close to the other, the bigger of her woes. He wondered whether they were connected. He wanted Elizabeth to open up to him. All he could do was persist.
ELIZABETH | She sat up, then turned to face him. "Why things are the way they are, Cosimo. It is no secret that Shamus has been gone for some time. We do not speak of these things, to which I appreciate, but it has been years. Three." She inhaled to fill her lungs, before focusing on the Begonias. "And while I may not be his cup of tea, it seems that I am not anyone's cup of tea. I must be a very distinct flavour." She laughed, then returned her gaze to him finally. "I do not say these things to receive any form of kind compliment from anyone, most of all thee. We have eternity, and I may have to wait another five hundred years to receive or feel a sliver of what I had with Shamus. Logically, it makes sense. For we outlive our normal life span. So why should one expect to find that again so soon?"
COSIMO | Cosimo laughed. The answer was so clear -- he wondered that Elizabeth had not seen it. He hoped that she did not think he was laughing at her, for she was being quite serious. He shook his head, even, presumptuously, lifted Elizabeth's hand to his lips to press a bristling kiss to her skin. An intimate act, maybe, but not so much to Cosimo. Cosimo, who would bare his naked backside in public and seemed to know nothing about boundaries. "Elizabeth. I hope I do not offend, but it is obvious. You have been waiting for Shamus," he said. "Whether you tell that to others, or not, it is... have you been open to the invitation of others? I did not think that you were looking, or that you would accept another man into your life," he said. "Now that you have sold the ring, tesoro, I know that it is sad. But if you let go of him, it will be obvious. Welcome the idea of someone else in your heart, and they will come."
ELIZABETH | She had been, until recently. Elizabeth knew this to be true and so she nodded. "Hoping and waiting. Yes." She conceded, before twisting her lips in thought. "I have not been against the idea these past few months, but I suppose I have not been very forward, either. I...do not know what men like, Cosimo. It seems more of a headache than what it may be worth. In my time, women were supposed to be dainty and caring and a slew of other things. But those things are not what are desired by a great majority. And, I cannot be those things, or perhaps, not for some time. It is difficult to change things when they have been the way they have been for five hundred years." She admitted with a laugh. "Perhaps it is not perfume, or pheromones, but my old age." She pressed her cheek to the side of his shoulder and let it rest there. "I have some...interest in a man or two, but...neither are reciprocated, I believe. Which perhaps, is for the best."
COSIMO | Cosimo thought about it. Yes, things were different. He recalled his youth, the things that had attracted him to a woman -- in Italy, their olive skin and, in Summer, the proclivity to flimsy clothing. No make-up, their hair wild and free, their laughter boisterous and their attitude sharp. What was it that attracted him to Athena? Perhaps, because she had been so forward. If she had not, then they would not be together. Cosimo continued to hold Elizabeth's hand in his own, loosely, setting them both in his lap as his cheek rested on the top of Elizabeth's head. "You are not wrong. In this day, I think, the men are meek -- if they are not insultingly forward," he said. Though he did grin. He had once been forward himself. He charmed and laughed his way into women's beds. "Be open to advances, I think. Or be forward, yes. How do you know that your affections are not reciprocated? You do not, unless you make your own known. If you wait, you might miss out."
ELIZABETH | Elizabeth looked down to where Cosimo placed her hand and then thought about his evaluation of his own gender. Based off recent experiences, that seemed to be the exact way to summarize her experiences; looking back at the man in the castle with his conversation about how she did, or did not smell. "You are right." She moved to squeeze his hand with hers. "I had once. Been forward. perhaps not strongly forward, but...none the less forward. That is how I know it was not reciprocated. It is what it is, perhaps I was too subtle for the time in which we live within now. I will...take your insight on the matter, as I am confident you know best." He was from this time period, and with Athena for some time now. Yes, he would know what men liked.
COSIMO | "Mm," he said. "An explanation, perhaps. Paint me the picture, Elizabeth," he said. The conversation was good. It was, he hoped, keeping Elizabeth distracted until her sensory deprivation tank arrived. "How were you forward? Men, I am sorry to be unkind to my own, but we are oblivious," he said with a chuckle. "We are blind, sometimes. We do not see what is right in front of us. Perhaps, yes, you were too subtle. If you will tell me a story of how you made your affections known, I might be able to tell you whether you need to be a little more obvious. I do not know why they would not have reciprocated," he said. "If they were aware. You are a catch, Elizabeth. Unless they were intimidated, in which case they are not worthy..."
ELIZABETH | "I do not think it was intimidation. If that were the case, then I doubt they would continue to interact with me in any capacity." She offered, before softly sighing. "I think, perhaps I may have been too subtle. Suggestively subtle." She nodded against Cosimo's chest, before grabbing the hand she had squeezed and brought it to her lips in an affectionate kiss. "Or coy, perhaps is the better word. Either it was missed due to him being oblivious, or as you said...he is not worthy. I will have to decide how best to go from here." she looked up at him and smiled. "I...am not comfortable with painting the picture too much, but I have learned a great deal, regardless. Thank you, Cosimo." His hand came to rest within both of hers upon her lap, getting yet another squeeze.
COSIMO | When Elizabeth looked up at him, Cosimo looked down at her, brow arched. His hair flopped over his forehead but he did not move to brush it away. "Suggestively subtle," he laughed, but nodded. She did not wish to share, not that much. "If it will make it easier, imagine that I am a woman," he said. It would not be so hard to do, he did not thing. That part of him which made him male was maimed and broken and since its demise he had been a far more sensitive man. "But, I assume that you have your female friends who you can gossip with," he said. Who was he to ask for more? He was grateful that she had even opened up this much.
ELIZABETH | "Yes, well...one has to start somewhere, yes?" Elizabeth countered, before leaning away from him. "That would imply that I have some female friends and...well..." She placed a hand to his cheek for a brief moment. "I pushed a great many of people away with my prolonged absences, Cosimo. I did not cope with things as well as I should have." She concluded, knowing that to be true and that it was something she was working on now. "That is a fair pull of my imagination. To think of one as a woman. So, I shall think of thee as a friend and not my childe." She concluded, before turning completely towards him. "I did a play on words, I suppose. Do not judge me...but one of them works for me. In a way. With me, I suppose sounds better. He is human, which causes problems on that alone."
COSIMO | "Perhaps," he said, slowly. They had already had this discussion, and it was not one he wished to bring up again. He did not wish to rehash how Elizabeth's absence had felt, the way some had seemed to be invited but he had been left behind. "You coped in the way you had to, and you saw no other way," he said. "And I have always been your friend. I have never been just a childe," he added with a gentle smile. He, too, straightened when Elizabeth did. "A play on words? Human is... well. Not a problem now, but in twenty years, thirty, it may become one. Unless the human is willing to turn..." he said. It made him smile, the romantic in him awakened at the idea of it. "Does it not fill your heart with joy, to think of someone turning for love?"
ELIZABETH | "No, I suppose not." She agreed about his notion on being just her childe. "Exactly." She nodded, then added on, "I have not given it much thought, in truth. I am not looking to sire someone any time soon, and well...love can be a fickle thing. What one loves, or loved five years ago, could get bland two years after that, Cosimo." She looked to him. "For some. Not all." She smiled at him, hoping he did not take offense to what she was saying, since he was with Athena and they were very happy. It was perhaps possible for them-they were close in age and came from here and now. "He is attractive, but...there is something different to him. I picked up on it the second time in which I spoke with him. I do not think he would be happy being sired for any reason. At first, maybe, but give it time? Who can say?" She looked at him. "Are you still happy? Content with being what you are?"
COSIMO | "True, perhaps, but you would not have to turn him after two months. Five years on a man's age will not age him too much, I do not think. If you are with him five years as a human and after five years there is still love, then perhaps it is a leap that he will consider making," he said. A small smile was given in response to Elizabeth's clarification -- he did not disagree. Athena had once suggested they get married. Cosimo had said no. If she were to bring it up again, he would still say no. There were too many downs and not enough ups and he did not think they were ready for such commitment. Not when he thought he spent more time with his sire than with his girlfriend. Was that habit born from the times Athena had been busy, which he had not sought to rectify? Was it his fault? It mattered not. This was not what they were talking about. "I would hope that your affections for him are to do with more than his good looks," he laughed, then shrugged. "I am happy, Elizabeth. I do think this is something I might have chosen, that I would still choose if we could go back in time and start again."
ELIZABETH | "It is far more complicated than that. I would not sire him on principle alone." Elizabeth had entertained the idea briefly, but recalled his relation to a Noble vampire and how she would feel if someone else had sired one of her blood. "It is just not meant to be-cannot be." A warm smile crossed her features when he said he was happy. "That pleases me greatly to hear. I am glad we are where we are now." It was the absolute truth. They had come a long way in the last few months after everything. "Thank you, for speaking with me on this. It relieves some of the noise within my mind." She scooted closer to Cosimo and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you certain that one does not smell bad?" She remained attached to him, but laughed at her own silly question. She could smell fine-more than fine and never thought that, but then again...women today preferred to wear cheap, fruity based smells, whereas she did not.
ELIZABETH | It would come tonight. A foundation, or building block at the very least to the silence she was needing to...think. Reflect, even. It would more than likely not stop any telepathic messages, but she received so few of those these nights. With an exhale from her lungs, they were emptied before she took to his advice. The woman moved to claim a spot upon the bench besides Cosimo, then thought where best to start. "I...my ring. My binding one. I sold it this evening. We have not been bound in some time, but, I held on to the ring in potential hope. Which is a silly notion. Hoping for something that has been nothing for so long. Still..." She looked at him. "I did not forsee this night, ever." Or the night that she broke their bond either. "It is now final." That was just one of many problems at the moment. But the best place to start.
COSIMO | Cosimo was unsure how he could comfort Elizabeth. He could not compare her circumstance to anything he had experienced, beyond the times that Athena distanced herself, or slept. She always came back around. Always with promises, though she had broken promises before. He was not sure that he could trust them, but forever the optimist, he always tried. To compare Elizabeth's woes with his own would be petty and useless. And insensitive. He took his sire's smaller hand in his own and squeezed it for reassurance. "We often do not foresee the future, or the sadness it might bring us," he said, finally lifting his eyes to hers. When he smiled it dimpled his cheeks. "But misfortune is not always the case. There is also good fortune. It is the other side of the coin that you must look forward to..."
ELIZABETH | She nodded her head, then offered a small smile in return to his own larger one. "You are right, of course. In time, there will be good, even if brief." Misfortune seemed to follow her more than the flip side of the coin, but he was not wrong. Even if just one good thing happened, it was good and it had happened. Elizabeth could not argue that thought. "What is one's thought on pheromones? Do you believe as vampires, a person possess them? In theory. It seems so very...biological...a human concept.
COSIMO | "Pheremones?" he asked, the word tripping around in his head. "Ah, feromoni?" he clarified, before frowning, perplexed. "I am not sure even human females possess them. It is... an animal thing," he said, eyes glazing as he tried to remember. Back in his humanity, had he ever been so wildly, animalistically attracted to a woman? He shook his head. "I think that if a female woman possesses them, they are very slight. Why do you ask?"
ELIZABETH | "Perhaps it is used in a broad sense...as in how a person smells? Their perfume, mayhaps?" Elizabeth rolled her shoulders, then laughed. Maybe that was it. Her choice in perfume. "There is an individual within the city who seems...interested in the notion. Among other things." She concluded, not wanting to divulge more upon the topic for personal reasons. "Perhaps one does not like the scent of my perfume." She concluded, before leaning an elbow on the side of the bench and burying the side of her face against an open palm. "Apparently, if we have them, I lack them." There, that would address most of the thoughts upon her mind about those strange occurances. "Which would explain a few other things."
COSIMO | "I..." he paused, and frowned. He thought about it, the cogs turning in his brain. "I never did think that feromoni were supposed to have a scent. If they did, it would be... very subtle. Very slight," he said. But he was still thinking as he spoke, his features growing a little frustrated. Angry, even. "I think that it is an insult, that someone should say such a thing. It is like telling a woman she is unattractive but you are a beautiful woman. You are an intelligent...who was this person?!"
ELIZABETH | An insult. Elizabeth had thought as much, but let it not bother her until the conversation had cropped up again and she had a further understanding of what the individual had meant. She saw the look upon his face, then laughed. "It may have been, but remember...something, or even someone, is not everyone's cup of tea." She stated, before thinking on who the individual was. "I...actually know not. I do not believe we have met often, or ever...In truth, that means it matters little, yes?"
COSIMO | Cosimo shook his head. Not to say that it mattered little -- to say instead that he disagreed. It still mattered. Where were the men with manners? Certainly, the man Elizabeth spoke of was not from Italy. Italian men could be charming, and petty insults never touched their tongues. "Women have all of the power," he said. "The world knows it. Men know it, it is why they are oppressed," he said. He truly believed what he was saying. Women were goddesses. They were to be worshiped. They were the mothers. They SHOULD be worshiped. "If you are not his cup of tea then he should hold his tongue. And if it is a jibe, to try to make you prove him otherwise, it is an insult. He sighed, then. "No. If it does not matter to you, then it does not matter. It has not worried you, has it?"
ELIZABETH | "Worried? How so? Worried to be near the individual? Not particularly. I have stood against bigger odds." She reminded him with a laugh, before thinking upon what he said. She had not thought to entertain the idea of proving the individual wrong in that respect. If his approach was to try and get a rise from her, he would be very dissatisfied. Still..."It has made me reflect, in some degree." She admitted with a small smile.
COSIMO | "Reflect on what?" he asked. The woman had stood against many foe in defence of her territory and had come out on top, victorious. Cosimo was not so worried about Elizabeth's wellbeing -- not physically. That was not his question. He wanted to know whether she was worried about his words -- whether they had harmed her happiness, her contentedness. This admission had come close to the other, the bigger of her woes. He wondered whether they were connected. He wanted Elizabeth to open up to him. All he could do was persist.
ELIZABETH | She sat up, then turned to face him. "Why things are the way they are, Cosimo. It is no secret that Shamus has been gone for some time. We do not speak of these things, to which I appreciate, but it has been years. Three." She inhaled to fill her lungs, before focusing on the Begonias. "And while I may not be his cup of tea, it seems that I am not anyone's cup of tea. I must be a very distinct flavour." She laughed, then returned her gaze to him finally. "I do not say these things to receive any form of kind compliment from anyone, most of all thee. We have eternity, and I may have to wait another five hundred years to receive or feel a sliver of what I had with Shamus. Logically, it makes sense. For we outlive our normal life span. So why should one expect to find that again so soon?"
COSIMO | Cosimo laughed. The answer was so clear -- he wondered that Elizabeth had not seen it. He hoped that she did not think he was laughing at her, for she was being quite serious. He shook his head, even, presumptuously, lifted Elizabeth's hand to his lips to press a bristling kiss to her skin. An intimate act, maybe, but not so much to Cosimo. Cosimo, who would bare his naked backside in public and seemed to know nothing about boundaries. "Elizabeth. I hope I do not offend, but it is obvious. You have been waiting for Shamus," he said. "Whether you tell that to others, or not, it is... have you been open to the invitation of others? I did not think that you were looking, or that you would accept another man into your life," he said. "Now that you have sold the ring, tesoro, I know that it is sad. But if you let go of him, it will be obvious. Welcome the idea of someone else in your heart, and they will come."
ELIZABETH | She had been, until recently. Elizabeth knew this to be true and so she nodded. "Hoping and waiting. Yes." She conceded, before twisting her lips in thought. "I have not been against the idea these past few months, but I suppose I have not been very forward, either. I...do not know what men like, Cosimo. It seems more of a headache than what it may be worth. In my time, women were supposed to be dainty and caring and a slew of other things. But those things are not what are desired by a great majority. And, I cannot be those things, or perhaps, not for some time. It is difficult to change things when they have been the way they have been for five hundred years." She admitted with a laugh. "Perhaps it is not perfume, or pheromones, but my old age." She pressed her cheek to the side of his shoulder and let it rest there. "I have some...interest in a man or two, but...neither are reciprocated, I believe. Which perhaps, is for the best."
COSIMO | Cosimo thought about it. Yes, things were different. He recalled his youth, the things that had attracted him to a woman -- in Italy, their olive skin and, in Summer, the proclivity to flimsy clothing. No make-up, their hair wild and free, their laughter boisterous and their attitude sharp. What was it that attracted him to Athena? Perhaps, because she had been so forward. If she had not, then they would not be together. Cosimo continued to hold Elizabeth's hand in his own, loosely, setting them both in his lap as his cheek rested on the top of Elizabeth's head. "You are not wrong. In this day, I think, the men are meek -- if they are not insultingly forward," he said. Though he did grin. He had once been forward himself. He charmed and laughed his way into women's beds. "Be open to advances, I think. Or be forward, yes. How do you know that your affections are not reciprocated? You do not, unless you make your own known. If you wait, you might miss out."
ELIZABETH | Elizabeth looked down to where Cosimo placed her hand and then thought about his evaluation of his own gender. Based off recent experiences, that seemed to be the exact way to summarize her experiences; looking back at the man in the castle with his conversation about how she did, or did not smell. "You are right." She moved to squeeze his hand with hers. "I had once. Been forward. perhaps not strongly forward, but...none the less forward. That is how I know it was not reciprocated. It is what it is, perhaps I was too subtle for the time in which we live within now. I will...take your insight on the matter, as I am confident you know best." He was from this time period, and with Athena for some time now. Yes, he would know what men liked.
COSIMO | "Mm," he said. "An explanation, perhaps. Paint me the picture, Elizabeth," he said. The conversation was good. It was, he hoped, keeping Elizabeth distracted until her sensory deprivation tank arrived. "How were you forward? Men, I am sorry to be unkind to my own, but we are oblivious," he said with a chuckle. "We are blind, sometimes. We do not see what is right in front of us. Perhaps, yes, you were too subtle. If you will tell me a story of how you made your affections known, I might be able to tell you whether you need to be a little more obvious. I do not know why they would not have reciprocated," he said. "If they were aware. You are a catch, Elizabeth. Unless they were intimidated, in which case they are not worthy..."
ELIZABETH | "I do not think it was intimidation. If that were the case, then I doubt they would continue to interact with me in any capacity." She offered, before softly sighing. "I think, perhaps I may have been too subtle. Suggestively subtle." She nodded against Cosimo's chest, before grabbing the hand she had squeezed and brought it to her lips in an affectionate kiss. "Or coy, perhaps is the better word. Either it was missed due to him being oblivious, or as you said...he is not worthy. I will have to decide how best to go from here." she looked up at him and smiled. "I...am not comfortable with painting the picture too much, but I have learned a great deal, regardless. Thank you, Cosimo." His hand came to rest within both of hers upon her lap, getting yet another squeeze.
COSIMO | When Elizabeth looked up at him, Cosimo looked down at her, brow arched. His hair flopped over his forehead but he did not move to brush it away. "Suggestively subtle," he laughed, but nodded. She did not wish to share, not that much. "If it will make it easier, imagine that I am a woman," he said. It would not be so hard to do, he did not thing. That part of him which made him male was maimed and broken and since its demise he had been a far more sensitive man. "But, I assume that you have your female friends who you can gossip with," he said. Who was he to ask for more? He was grateful that she had even opened up this much.
ELIZABETH | "Yes, well...one has to start somewhere, yes?" Elizabeth countered, before leaning away from him. "That would imply that I have some female friends and...well..." She placed a hand to his cheek for a brief moment. "I pushed a great many of people away with my prolonged absences, Cosimo. I did not cope with things as well as I should have." She concluded, knowing that to be true and that it was something she was working on now. "That is a fair pull of my imagination. To think of one as a woman. So, I shall think of thee as a friend and not my childe." She concluded, before turning completely towards him. "I did a play on words, I suppose. Do not judge me...but one of them works for me. In a way. With me, I suppose sounds better. He is human, which causes problems on that alone."
COSIMO | "Perhaps," he said, slowly. They had already had this discussion, and it was not one he wished to bring up again. He did not wish to rehash how Elizabeth's absence had felt, the way some had seemed to be invited but he had been left behind. "You coped in the way you had to, and you saw no other way," he said. "And I have always been your friend. I have never been just a childe," he added with a gentle smile. He, too, straightened when Elizabeth did. "A play on words? Human is... well. Not a problem now, but in twenty years, thirty, it may become one. Unless the human is willing to turn..." he said. It made him smile, the romantic in him awakened at the idea of it. "Does it not fill your heart with joy, to think of someone turning for love?"
ELIZABETH | "No, I suppose not." She agreed about his notion on being just her childe. "Exactly." She nodded, then added on, "I have not given it much thought, in truth. I am not looking to sire someone any time soon, and well...love can be a fickle thing. What one loves, or loved five years ago, could get bland two years after that, Cosimo." She looked to him. "For some. Not all." She smiled at him, hoping he did not take offense to what she was saying, since he was with Athena and they were very happy. It was perhaps possible for them-they were close in age and came from here and now. "He is attractive, but...there is something different to him. I picked up on it the second time in which I spoke with him. I do not think he would be happy being sired for any reason. At first, maybe, but give it time? Who can say?" She looked at him. "Are you still happy? Content with being what you are?"
COSIMO | "True, perhaps, but you would not have to turn him after two months. Five years on a man's age will not age him too much, I do not think. If you are with him five years as a human and after five years there is still love, then perhaps it is a leap that he will consider making," he said. A small smile was given in response to Elizabeth's clarification -- he did not disagree. Athena had once suggested they get married. Cosimo had said no. If she were to bring it up again, he would still say no. There were too many downs and not enough ups and he did not think they were ready for such commitment. Not when he thought he spent more time with his sire than with his girlfriend. Was that habit born from the times Athena had been busy, which he had not sought to rectify? Was it his fault? It mattered not. This was not what they were talking about. "I would hope that your affections for him are to do with more than his good looks," he laughed, then shrugged. "I am happy, Elizabeth. I do think this is something I might have chosen, that I would still choose if we could go back in time and start again."
ELIZABETH | "It is far more complicated than that. I would not sire him on principle alone." Elizabeth had entertained the idea briefly, but recalled his relation to a Noble vampire and how she would feel if someone else had sired one of her blood. "It is just not meant to be-cannot be." A warm smile crossed her features when he said he was happy. "That pleases me greatly to hear. I am glad we are where we are now." It was the absolute truth. They had come a long way in the last few months after everything. "Thank you, for speaking with me on this. It relieves some of the noise within my mind." She scooted closer to Cosimo and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you certain that one does not smell bad?" She remained attached to him, but laughed at her own silly question. She could smell fine-more than fine and never thought that, but then again...women today preferred to wear cheap, fruity based smells, whereas she did not.